Later maybe even fear. Georgie girl would sit back and watch. ‘Well go get ’em.’ Was all it took. Georgie girl was the fastest dog I had ever se...n. I figured she had to be Greyhound. The man claimed she was an Australian Whippet. I never heard of such a dog. But apparently they are used for hunting for their speed, but to watch her capture a dog, was a sight to see. She normally passed Shunkers up, more for an ambition to catch the lead dog I figure. But straight to Numchucks who hasn’t quit. His father was John Brown Peterson, the city’s police captain. I knew both his parents. They were members of my church. Last I heard, they were going through a messy divorce. This had to be tough on Tyrone. Poor kid. I introduced him to William Ripley, the Head Football Coach. Ripley was a stocky red-haired, fifty-something Irishman from Boston. He left one of the major universities down there when they did away with their football program. I offered him a chance to be Head Coach at Mason. As I slid up into you, you wanted to know who had been in the room with us, but I wouldn't tell you. You were turned on by the feel my cock, as small as it felt after your pussy had been stretched out by that bigger cock, plowing into all the come that he had deposited in your pussy. As you felt me coming again, you had a last small orgasm, but after what you'd been through, my cock just didn't light fireworks.You still wanted to know who fucked you, I wouldn't tell you but in the back of. Now let's go get showered while I think of how I am going to make the rest of this day work. I still want to see how many times that tree trunk of yours can pop its cork. I just don't know that I can do it all myself." That wicked grin crossed her face again.They got in the tub/shower together and washed each other off. Jake lathered his mother's tits and realized that he had gushed in all of her openings, but had not once played with her magnificent tits. Rose let out a little sigh as he.